Pinegrove - Recycling lyrics

[Pinegrove - Recycling lyrics]

Rolling on his back like an ocelot
Crawling on his stomach you make
The lids stick together
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me

Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape
Trudging through your stomach I make
The walls split forever
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me

Yeah, bugs me out
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
I didn't know I'd had enough
Now we're on the same page
Now we're on the same page

Circling the gap like you don't
Know what you hold
Drying out my knuckles you tucked
It between the folds
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me

Recycling the cans at the
Center by the boxcars
We've been carving little symbols in the bark
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me out

So let it go
There's nothing I could tell you
That you don't already know

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